Federico García Lorca was the first poet who's work I had an actual experience with. When I would read poetry, sometimes there would be some beautiful words, some beautiful sentences, something beautiful. But it wasn't real, it was never visceral, never something that I could feel and have a real, pure relationship with. It was just words on a paper, and it was boring and lifeless.
But when I read his poems. It is alive. It is like watching a lion two meters in front of you. It is like watching an enormous, incredibly beautiful giraffe galloping over the savannah. Standing and watching with your heart racing, with an endless sentiment that has been shared, a sentiment of endless complete fulfilment. It is like tasting real silence. When I read his words, there is an instant reaction. It is like touching fire and feeling the burn. It is alive, it is real. It is alive and real, before it is beautiful. Which is what is the difference between dead poetry, at least, dead as I have perceived it, and something real. When I read his poems I can both see and feel the fire burning inside him, I can see its shape, its colors. I can see how it moves. I can feel him inside me. Because, he is wide open and free, and so beautiful, so pure, so endless. I can see him. He is beautiful, he is real. And I love him.